You get one, you get them all. Perhaps at the first blush—it strikes you as odd. That would be an unkind twist of fate. " "No," thundered Wild. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food. ‘You see, it is that I have a plan to marry an Englishman. When he tried the scullery door, and would have moved on, Hilary intervened. ‘Go and fetch her home,’ he said; ‘it isn’t what we thought! It’s just a practical joke of hers. ’ ‘Even if they militiamen weren’t there, miss,’ cautioned her cavalier, ‘you couldn’t go marching into the house open like.
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